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I got the proofs back from the printers for the latest Tree Paper anthology.  It’s looking pretty great.  Thanks to all the amazing contributing artists: @benhutchings @jagdkunst @sourlemonpress Maude Farrugia, Sophie Watson, @guzumo Barry Linton and Owen Heitmann.  Just making a couple changes then Issue three will be all done.  It will be available soon at treepapercomics.com

Most people in our culture strive for a maximum of control over their destiny — avoid at all costs anything that looks like living in the hands of the gods. This often assures a certain success, but it almost never brings a lightning strike of good fortune. They get along, according to plan, they advance toward collecting their retirement benefits, but that’s it. Lightning strikes only those who are willing to risk living in the hands of the gods.
—  Daniel Quinn, If They Give You Lined Paper, Write Sideways

summer study challenge 10/30: what’s in your backpack + photos

so this is my bag from last year and most of the stuff i carry in it:

  • my backpack
  • 2 pencil cases
  • headphones
  • pad of lined paper
  • my planner
  • a pouch thing that i keep essentials like tissues, lipbalm, handcream etc in
  • calculator
  • hole punch
  • purse
  • wrist bandage thing
  • not pictured: glasses, keys, water bottle, like 6 packets of tic tacs??
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The Art Of Studio Ghibli’s Only Yesterday - Dir Isao Takahata (1991)

“Rather than paintings that declare ‘I am the real thing’, I prefer paintings that say ‘As you can see, I am not the real thing, but please use me as a means to imagine or remember in a vivid way the real thing that is behind me’. My intent was to have the viewers be there at the moment when the sketches were being drawn and to have them share in the emotions. I want to make sure that we don’t forget the great power of paintings drawn by lines on paper to stir our imaginations and memories.”

- Isao Takahata, on the iconic, symbolic power of visual art in animation.

Happy Monday loves! I’ve been soooo into baked oatmeal lately so I’m gonna share my go-to recipe with y'all:

½ cup oats
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon baking powder
Sprinkle of sea salt
1/3 cup almond milk
1 tbsp maple syrup
1 flax egg
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Half a banana, mashed
1 teaspoon coconut sugar

💫preheat oven to 375 degrees and prepare flax egg (set that aside to sit). mix ingredients in a bowl together and add flax egg last, mixing well. put everything in a baking dish - I line mine with parchment paper but you can also grease it with coconut oil or vegan butter. bake for ~30 minutes and then top with fruit/peanut butter/anything else you’re feelin! enjoy☺️💫

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etsyfindoftheday | 7.9.16

STEAL OF THE WEEK: fun animal finds by lindseybalbierz

whether you feel like picking up a new dino pin friend or want to brighten someone’s day with a magical unicorn note, you won’t break the bank — both are under $10!

Made another batch of these Raw Snickers Bars…🙊✨

Ingredients:
Chocolate Layer
1 cup cashews
½ cup almonds
1 cup dates, pitted
¼ cup @enjoylifefoods mini chips
½ cup + 1 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder
pinch sea salt✨

Peanut Butter Layer
½ cup pitted dates
½ cup raw almonds
1 cup peanuts
½ cup nut butter ✨

Instructions
Choco layer: blend dates in food processor until small bits remain. Remove from processor/set aside in a bowl. Add cashews, almonds, choco chips and cocoa powder in/blend until combined. Then, drop pieces of dates in until dough is formed.
Press into a square pan lined with parchment paper.
Press until flat and then put that in the freezer.
Cashew butter layer: process dates until small bits remain. Remove and set aside in a bowl. Then add raw almonds and peanuts and blend until small pieces remain. Add nut butter and dates and blend until combined. Press on top of chocolate layer.
Freeze for ~15 min. Enjoy! ✨

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Heaven (Ashton)*

|| without losing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven?|| 

*=smut | WARNING: this has a bit of a religious theme so proceed with caution.

MASTERLIST 

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Forget whatever crap people have been feeding you- hell is a cold place. 

Its got an old, battered chalkboard in the front that’s tilting with age and about thirty students  behind it scribbling nonsense into their store-bought notebook binders. 

You grudgingly accepted this, one particularly freezing and pouring Monday morning, the sleeves of your sweaters pulled up to obtain maximum warmth. Theology class had never been one of your favourite classes, and neither had been being forced into a frilly white frock for Sunday Mass. 

You cringed at the memory, scribbling absent-mindedly into the margins of your blue-lined notebook paper, praying for the end of the world rather than have to listen to twenty one more minutes of this light-from-the-sky nonsense. Shrugging your pen onto the paper again, you threw your head back in frustration and decided you’d do something else as doodling profanities had inevitably lost its appeal. Ruffling through the contents of your purse, your hand grazing against several candy wrappers you had meant to thrown out the day before, your fingers finally wraps around the pack of cigarettes that you’d been searching for. Pulling out  the white, little death stick, you hastily turned your back on the lecture and grabbed a lighter from where you kept it tucked inside your boot. 

You knew smoking  in class was a bit of  a stretch even for you, but something about a teacher preaching about following moral standards sparked a hunger in you to defy it. Resting the little stick between your lips, you balanced it using your forefingers and flicked the lighter on, allowing the end to blaze slightly. 

Leaning out a little against the window hanging to your left, you took  a huge drag before columns of smoke leave your mouth and make its path through the dewy morning air. You weren’t worried about getting caught at all. The teacher  hardly ever roamed the classroom as she lectured and the students drowning in their scarves and heavy coats probably couldn’t give two shits what the hell you were doing in the back anyway. 

You were almost through, the warmth from the fire filling your body with its drug when the spawn of the devil herself plucks the little troublemaker from between your fingertips and crosses her arms like Christmas had come early this year. 

“Smoking in class, are we?” She smirks, showing off her equisite skill of having more lipstick on her teeth than she did her actual mouth. 

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anonymous asked:

Oh, I was confused about the position of their sofa. I always thought it was the same old small one from their previous house down in the underground, but Now I see how it is! I like it! You have the layout of this house all designed, right? (Can you... show us... maybe... later?)

I do for the most part, and one day I want to do a quick floor plan thing for you guys. One that’s not the awful one I made on line paper for my own reference > >

I thought, “Hmm, you know what would be cute? A s'mores Sans, that’s what.” So I searched through tumblr to see if there was any art for this sort of Sans. Only problem is that there is none. Nada. Zip. Zero. So I decided to just make up my own design of what I think he would look like. I believe the person who created the idea of a s'mores Sans was this person right here:

tripleabatteriesandmemes

If I’m wrong please tell me because I don’t want to upset anybody!